Summary: Wendy broke up wit Stan again and this time she says its for good. She refuses to take him back. Stan turns into a drunken mess and Kyle is fed up with it. He's going to intervene and help Stan get his life back into shape. Everyone is in their twenties now. Kyle works as a high school teacher, Stan is a construction worker, Kenny is a prostitute, Eric is a police officer, and Wendy is a preschool teacher.
Warnings: Nothing for this chapter really. Heavy drinking. There will be sex and possible kinks in later chapters, read the warnings this is yaoi.
Enjoy!
Wendy dumped me, again. Sure we've been on and off since we were kids but I thought we would get married, have a kid. I don't know normal stuff… the things everyone expected us to do. She suddenly came to me though and said she wanted to end it, for good. I tried really hard to win her back this time really I did. Flowers, chocolates, cheesy romance songs…. Nothing. She turned me down flat. She even kicked me out of the place we were renting together. I've been staying in some motel these past few nights because I don't want to be a bother to anyone.
Now here I am again in the bar drinking myself sick. I won't be able to drive after this. Fuck. I'll just have to call Kyle. He's seriously going to kill me but he probably prefers a call to me driving drunk. My fingers fumble with my phone almost dropping it three times before I get a grip on it. I dial an all too familiar number then press my phone to my ear. I nurse what's left of my beer, I don't know what number it is.
It rings.
Once.
Twice.
"Stan are you drunk again?" Kyle. His voice is exasperated.
"I need you to come pick me up 'm at the bar." My words slur and blend together. I've had too many tonight.
He's silent for a long moment. I'm afraid he won't come get me and I'll have to call Kenny or god forbid Cartman, but he speaks again. "I'll be there in five. Wait outside." Then he hangs up.
I'm seriously grateful so I chug the rest of my beer and stumble outside to wait for him. The cool breeze feels good on my heated face. God Kyle is going to be so mad. He'll lecture me, I'll apologize, then I'll do this all over again. I think I see his car now… His headlights blind me as he turns in. I blink furiously then stumble over to the car and crawl in.
"You smell horrible." He says as he buckles me in.
"Do not…." I close my eyes. My head is already starting to pound.
"Don't you dare fall asleep in here Stan." Ouch, he really sounds pissed this time. He steps hard on the gas and I force my eyes open again.
"Sorry Kyle…. Made you come get me again."
He sighs and I think he's irritated. We get to his house soon enough though and he helps me stumble inside. He makes me drink a huge glass of water and eat a few crackers before he shoves me straight into bed. I'm out before my head hits the pillow.
I groan as I regain consciousness. My head is pounding, my body aching. God I have one hell of a hangover. I hear someone shift on the bed by me… that must be Kyle, but I can't bring myself to open my eyes.
He lays a hand on my shoulder and I flinch a little. "Stan we need to talk. There's water and pain killers on the bedside table. I'll be in the kitchen." The bed squeaks as he stands up and walks out.
I honestly don't want to face him. I'm afraid of what he'll tell me because whatever it is I won't want to hear it.
I don't know how long it takes me but I finally push myself up and open my eyes. Sure enough on the bedside table is water and pain killers, I take those right away then glance at the time. Noon. It could be worse.
I still don't want to face Kyle but it won't get any easier if I wait… Sighing I stand up and head downstairs, still fully dressed seeing as I was too drunk to strip last night. When I walk into the kitchen Kyle is having a cup of coffee and looking through the paper. Coffee sounds damn good right now so I help myself to a cup with plenty of sugar to go with it.
I feel his eyes on my back, watching me as I fix my cup. I'm going to apologize as I turn to him but it gets stuck in my throat from the way he's looking at me. His green eyes staring at me intensely. I feel like he can see everything about me. He always could read me better than anyone else. "Take a seat Stan. We need to talk."
I obey his command and sit across from him. My eyes drift down to my coffee, it's easier to look at then he is.
He sighs softly, "You have a problem Stan. Do you see that? You're hurting yourself, and you're hurting me when you do this. I don't want to pick you up at one in the morning when you're blind drunk. It hurts Stan. Do you understand?" He's being extremely patient like he's talking to a child, but I can hear the pain, the anger in his voice.
Meekly I speak up, "I'm not trying to hurt you Kyle. I drink because it makes me feel numb. When Wendy left me it felt like getting stabbed in the chest. I just thought-"
He cuts me off, "You thought you'd be the typical couple, get married, kids, whatever. It's obvious that isn't going to happen now Stan and it's time you moved on."
I flinch at the words I don't want to hear then work up the courage to speak again. "Are you going to send me to rehab then? Like, some sort of intervention?" A bitter edge creeps into my words.
Kyle sighs at my words, "No I'm not sending you to rehab, but this is an intervention." He reaches across the table and takes my hands in his, they feel so warm compared to mine. "I'm going to help you Stan. You just have to let me okay?"
Tears sting in the back of my eyes, but I hold onto his hands like they're my lifeline. "Okay."
